Oluwaloseyi (I love you) (Yo D') This year na my year I can be the man of the year Mon gbe'le cash out (mon gbe'le cash out) Won ke ni "koni'shee" (won ke ni "koni'shee") Lailah (Lailah), mo kira fun Ojishe (mo kira fun Ojishe) Baby, jijo mi oh, ma ko 'se (baby, jijo mi oh, ma ko 'se) Orente (orente) No fit fight karate (no fit fight karate) Osuba re re (Osuba re re) Ko s'oun t'Oluwa o le shee Omode ile (omode ile), joromi a joro (joromi a joro), ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy) Money money oh, everyday Dantata Dangote (Dangote) To'ju ba ye'ju, k'ohun ma shee ye (to'ju ba ye'ju, k'ohun ma shee ye) I can be the man of the year (I can be the man of the year) You can be the man of the year too (you can be the man of the year too) To'ju ba ye'ju, k'ohun ma shee ye (to'ju ba ye'ju, k'ohun ma shee ye) I can be the man of the year (I can be the man of the year) You can be the man of the year too (you can be the man of the year too) Ayy-ayy, ayy, verse two If you dance I go dance too (if you dance, I go dance too) Olomi, mon calcu' (olomi, mon calcu') Malo ro pe o ja ju (malo ro pe o ja ju) Aani kagbako t'ebi t'ara (t'ebi t'ara) Ire gbogbo, nile awa (nile awa) Baby, gbese, dey cat walk Orin, bami da imoran (orin, bami da imoran-an-an) Orente (orente) No fit fight karate (no fit fight karate) Osuba re re (Osuba re re) Ko s'oun t'Oluwa o le shee Omode ile (omode ile), joromi a joro (joromi a joro), ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy) Money money oh, everyday Dantata Dangote (Dangote) To'ju ba ye'ju, k'ohun ma shee ye (to'ju ba ye'ju, k'ohun ma shee ye) I can be the man of the year (I can be the man of the year) You can be the man of the year too (you can be the man of the year too) To'ju ba ye'ju, k'ohun ma shee ye (to'ju ba ye'ju, k'ohun ma shee ye) I can be the man of the year (I can be the man of the year) You can be the man of the year too (you can be the man of the year too) To'ju ba ye'ju, k'ohun ma shee ye (to'ju ba ye'ju, k'ohun ma shee ye) I can be the man of the year (I can be the man of the year) You can be the man of the year too (you can be the man of the year too) (Yo Dibs)

I wonder what it feel like (feel like) To do that shit in real life (real life) And now I know I got it That's the reason No I.D. has signed me on the dotted But it's still Visionary 'til the death of me Yeah, I'm tryna make it but I gotta find the recipe Greatest of all time, I want the world addressing me At the hotel, these beautiful girls undressing me I'm tryna stay focused, I guess that's the Lord testing me I knew as a child, that this was my destiny They do it for the limelight But I make sure my rhyme's right Waiting 'til the time's right Smiling at my mom's like Smiling at my mom Smiling at my mama Moët what we sipping now We was never tripping now We on private jets, in other words, that means that we tripping now 'Cause they was over there, I was over here They was too scared while I was facing my fears I've always been driven, but they too scared to steer That's why I compete with legends, motherfuck my peers I'm the man of the year Man of the year Man of the year Man of the year Man of the year Man of the year They said I couldn't do it Back when I was broke going through it 'Til I got a deal, now they talking 'bout "I knew it" But you was wasn't there in the beginning Nowhere to be found when I was down But you show up when I'm winning Uh, left me to drown, now I'm swimming I do it 'cause I love this shit Fuck the money, and the women, and the- And the whips with the rims still spinning I been at it since the beginning All these girls screaming, "Logic!" But I wanna hear my real name Come from the lips of a beautiful woman, that's real man Y'all act like I'm Superman But I can feel pain I shoulda gone crazy, and yet I'm still sane Love it when they sing to us Been shining what's bling to us Yeah, over here It's only been a year I was dirt broke, now I'm balling like a sphere I'm the man of the year Man of the year Man of the year Man of the year Man of the year Man of the year Now that I'm in the limelight They hit me all the time like (Logic, you never call me!) Shut the fuck up, hoe Let me get my mind right 'Cause this is for the fans Who truly understand Real all the time All of y'all my fam' Shooting for the stars And I ain't finna land Giving everything I can While they tell me I'm the man Making music is the plan Matter fact, you can call it plan B 'Cause I kill these rappers while they're in their infancy And I be first to pop off, infantry Gotta keep 'em in line like symmetry We all fam, same root, smoking different tree And all these people in the crowd sound like a symphony Uh, to my ears I love it when they cheer On the road to success, these haters in my rear I got nothing to fear 'Cause the whole team here And everybody shouting (what they shouting?) You the man of the year Man of the year Man of the year Man of the year Man of the year Man of the year

Hype beast, hype beast Hey Swagg, where the bass at? I look mama in the eyes and say I'm the man now I'm the man now, mama I got fans now, mama Did it on my own, I ain't looking for no hand out, mama They all ask me for favors But I done ran out, mama I just lay low and count commas I ain't focused on drama They protect me like Obama Well, we got guns like Osama Lil ho trippin', snapping on me I won't pay for her frontal She must think a nigga broke like we don't get it in bundles They keep putting me under Fuck the world with a condom I won't speak to your honor, That shit ain't helping my problems Crowd too big to swallow, They ran when times got harder You ran when times got harder So, bitch, don't ask for a dollar No, they can't stand over here We got them bands over here Yo bitch a fan, she wanna dance over here Ay, stop playing like I ain't the man of the year Yeah, the man of the year I'm the man of the year Them niggas can't stand over here Pull out them racks them hoes ran over here We got them sticks, and we ain't playing over here These niggas know that I'm the man of the year The man of the year Ay, I'm a big dripper, bag getter Big spender, way more than your last nigga I ain't never been an ass kisser, my bad nigga And ever since I got the bag I'm tryna make the bag bigger They hate on me but they don't phase me baby I'm amazing, baby The streets made me baby, and ran me crazy And I can't be saved so don't save me Smoke the flowers, yeah that Deja My big brother what who raised me Throw bullets, Tom Brady I've been the shit since Myspace They think I'm Tom nigga And I know they want my place I'm a young nigga Ain't 'bout havin' fun nigga I'm about having funds nigga We got plenty drums nigga Ain't no one on one nigga No, they can't stand over here We got them bands over here Your bitch a fan she wanna dance over here And stop playing like I'm not the man of the year Yeah, the man of the year I'm the man of the year Them niggas can't stand over here Pull out them racks them hoes ran over here We got them sticks, yeah, we ain't playing over here These niggas know that I'm the man of the year I'm the man of the year

We The Best Music They ain't believe in us Juice WRLD did (we did nigga, haha) DJ Khaled DJ Khaled with them straps, I got another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled, a hundred racks, I made another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled with the tats, I got another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled, we the best, bitch, I'm number one, uh-huh (let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) Bitch, I'm rookie of the year, ain't no runnin' u-u-up We ain't runnin' away from shit, we the ones runnin' u-u-up (that's on God) No Limit gang the only gang, ain't no other one (nigga, that's on God) I'm gon' bang what I bang, ain't no changin' up (on God) Ain't no changin' up (on God, on God) I'ma do my thing (I'ma do my, uh) Married to this cash (married to this, uh) I'ma buy it a ring (let's go, let's go) My dreads, they hang (let's go, let's go) Like Shabba Ranks (Shabba Ranks) My gun Chief Keef (yeah) The bitch go bang-bang (b-b-b-bow) I rap, I sing (uh) With the clan like it's Wu-Tang (uh) But I hate niggas like Klu Klux (uh) Run up on me, I don't give two fucks (at all) Choppa leave a nigga so fucked up (what else?) Sewed up (what else?), sewed up (what else?) Toe up, from the floor up (uh-huh) Sip lean 'til I throw up (uh-huh) After I throw up, I'm gon' pour up (yeah) I need another one (uh) Heat up on my hip, I up like the sunrise I got another sun (let's go, let's go) Ran out of ammo, switched to my other holster Another gun (grah) Damn, like, "He got another one?" (He does, yeah) DJ Khaled with them straps, I got another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled, a hundred racks, I made another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled with the tats, I got another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled, we the best, bitch, I'm number one, uh-huh (let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) Bitch, I'm rookie of the year, ain't no runnin' u-u-up We ain't runnin' away from shit, we the ones runnin' u-u-up (that's on God) No Limit gang, the only gang, ain't no other one (nigga, that's on God) I'm gon' bang what I bang, ain't no changin' up (on God), ain't no changin' up (on God, on God) My gun, a horny one (it is), that bitch a thot alright (she will) My gun, a horny gun (she is), she down to fuck all night (uh-huh, she will) She wanna fuck all night, (ye-yeah) vacuum, she wanna suck all night in my room (ye-ye-ye-yeah) Rolls-Royce truck, Lambo truck, whatever one has the most legroom (skrrt) Skrrt, that bitch go vroom (skrrt) I won't Tom Cruise her, the bitch gon' move Still live like a Mission Impossible, dude (uh-huh) Gun sing like it got auto-tune (uh-huh) I'm T-Pain when it come to that tool (uh-huh) Money got longer when it come to that Uz' (uh-huh) Sip lean, I'm still awake, no snooze (uh-huh) I'm on bullshit like Carlos Booze' (tell them) I'm swervin' with the Swervo tape all in my head (let's go) I blow up like a turban on top of my head (let's go) Codeine sip, ain't no Bourbon, no Bourbon in here (on God) Even though I'm a cowboy, gun smoke in the air, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled, a hundred racks, I made another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled with the tats, I got another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled, we the best, bitch, I'm number one, uh-huh (let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) Bitch, I'm rookie of the year, ain't no runnin' u-u-up (on God) We ain't runnin' away from shit, we the ones runnin' u-u-up (that's on God) No Limit gang, the only gang, ain't no other one (nigga, that's on God) I'm gon' bang what I bang, ain't no changin' up (on God) Ain't no changin' up (on God, on God) Oh, that's on God Oh, that's on my life Oh, havin' the time of my life Get in the way of that, nigga, you gon' die Oh, 999 NLMB, No Limit gang, I'm in my prime, yeah Don't waste my money, don't waste my time Uh, come here darling, have the time of your life Come suck me sloppy, come here and get naughty Come here and get naughty, come suck me sloppy That bitch be hidin', in the back givin' sloppy-toppy

Oh, you better hide, outside it's a mad scene Stepping on each other with all eyes up on the big screen Running like we got somewhere to go Every high is followed with a low, low, low, low Wild times So easy to find in such a wild world In such a wild world In such a wild No one makes it out the fire Faces passing by, what's inside is invisible Lost another friend to a fight that I'll never know Running like I got somewhere to go Every high is followed with a low, low, low, low (Low, low, low, low) (Low, low, low, low) (Low, low, low, low) (Low, low, low, low) Wild times So easy to find in such a wild world In such a wild world In such a wild No one makes it out the fire

(If young Metro don't trust you, trust you) I can't take one Percocet, start tonight off, I just took a 60 Burberry on me, shoot you in your back, you just got Pretty Ricky I tie the Chanel runners, then I get back to running the city And I know that it's hell coming, I ain't worried, my niggas, they with me Gotta put the narcotics down, I can feel 'em fucking up my kidney And punching my liver If I let it kill me, my mama'll never forgive me Ain't numbing my feelings, if I let it kill 'em, my baby will never forgive me This remind me of hell, sometimes I wonder if that's where God really sent me Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn I pray to God for some water to wash down these Percs I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn I pray to God for some water to wash down these Percs I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn The truth hurts, let it bleed out, if they hurt you, let 'em leave My heart hurtin', let me bleed out, only way I'll find peace I'm tryna get set free, but these chains on me Choke me, I can't breathe, what's reality? Uh, detached from myself Uh-huh, numb the pain with my wealth Uh, a bag from Chanel match the double C on my belt, uh Bands in my pants, I barely be holdin' my pants up But the money ain't the answer I'm just tryna reach some new highs Mix this with that, bet it feel nice Codeine, only sip if I got ice Look my girl in her eyes, tell her I won't die I fell asleep too deep that one time Woke up to your cry, girl, I'm fine But I lied Had a dream, I wasn't gon' wake up this time Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn I pray to God for some water to wash down these Percs I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn I pray to God for some water to wash down these Percs I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn